Eleanor Vale

Joined March 2021

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It's been a long year.
Over the last year, my circle tightened. Not by choice, but by necessity. It's strange how a year can feel heavy without feeling dark.
By Eleanor Vale2 months ago in Poets
The Wound Without a Name. Content Warning.
People say, “You dodged a bullet,” as if the story ends there. As if walking away means the ground didn’t shake. But sometimes the shot lands close enough that the air splits beside you, close enough that the heat of it grazes bone, close enough that you feel something inside you shift out of place.
By Eleanor Vale2 months ago in Poets